The Holy Roman Empire watched the waving Chibitalia as she got smaller and smaller from his carriage. His heart filled with even more sorrow than he thought possible when he saw her disappear from his sight. All his dreams for his future with her seemed like an endless crypt of hopelessness.

But he couldn't think of that now. He had a battle to win. If he ever wanted to see Chibitalia again, he would have to emerge victorious. He went to talk with his soldiers about the battle plans.

"The ship is ready," the soldier reported dutifully, "The ship is waiting for your command."

The Holy Roman Empire inspected the ship like a good captain.

"The starboard (right side of the ship) is dirty," he said without emotion because without Chibitalia, his heart was a constant weight in his chest.

The head of the crew blushed a deep crimson, "Oh! I'm sorry, sir! I'll send someone on that right-"

"No," The Holy Roman Empire interrupted, "I'll do it myself."

"I assure you there is no need of that, sir! We have a very good crew on the ship that can take care of that for you, sir!"

"Like I said, I will do it myself," The Holy Roman Empire said with more authority.

"Yes, of course, sir," The head of the crew said sheepishly.

The Holy Roman Empire silently walked to the starboard and got out the deck brush that Chibitalia gave him as a farewell present.

"Take this and think of it as you would me," That's what Chibitalia said to him right before he left.

The Holy Roman Empire took the deck brush and walked to the starboard. He remembered all the times he saw her at his house, sweeping the floors with this exact brush.

"Holy Roman Empire!" The voice of Chibitalia filled his ears. But she sounded distant. He looked around. There was no one there.

The Holy Roman Empire knew he was hallucinating, and continued sweeping. He felt a wave of lethargy and fell asleep.

"Holy Roman Empire, why did you leave me?" Chibitalia asked, her eyes wet with tears.

"I have a battle to fight," The Holy Roman Empire answered, "But I'll come back as soon as it's over."

"Promise?" Chibitalia cheered up a little.

"I promise" He replied. Although he couldn't predict the outcome of the war, he wanted her to be happy.

The dream slowly faded as he found himself trying to stay. He awoke to find that instead of Chibitalia looking at him, it was his Chief Advisor of War.

"Sir, we have landed in the designated place for the war," his advisor said, "We will be getting off the ship shortly."

"Very well," Holy Roman Empire replied, "Please bring General Desman to me."

General Desman came shortly after. As his most incompetent general, he had some important tasks for him.

"I have an important task for you to carry out, General," Holy Roman Empire said.

"Yes, sir! What is it?" eagerness shown on his face because he didn't get very important jobs.

"I would like you to carry this deck brush around with you. Do not let it touch the ground," Holy Roman Empire ordered.

"Umm….okay," the General took the brush, confused as to how this was important, but did it anyways.